ECLECTIC ELECTRIC

After all, it was true
These floating blue lights,
Were really you

And the shots more fired

She wore it to my last desire
Compelled, one footed bird on a wire,
Electronically wired

What was more
Was even less, something not nothing
Put to rest

Times two, new shoe
Freeze forming new nights,
Were really true
And the blankets on fire,

He wore it to his new hire
Compelled, one footed money liar
Actually tired

What, on shore?
Was blessed? Something not nothing?
Made this mess?

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(The original poem’s visual presentation was lost with Word Press setting. Hope to correct this soon)

Copyright, Christopher Leet 2011
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